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I’m a Thug (Feat. D’Nero) – Yo Gotti

Lirik lagu: I’m a Thug (Feat. D’Nero)

[Chorus:]
Im a gangsta(gangsta)
You a actress(actress)
You be dreamin(dreamin)
I make it happen(make it happen)
I aint a g I aint a crip I aint a blood
But i be fuckin with them niggas im a thug x2

I got respect
I came from the streets
If a nigga didnt hustle then a nigga didnt eat homie(homie)
And aint nan nigga took nuttin
Playin with me money
make ya mami go and book somethin
a fruit of a for that bitch ass nigga
ole dick in a booty slitch nich ass nigga(look) a couple niggas got fronted
took to long with me money
send them youngstas to that dumpin bitch
and i got soljas on my team
that will die for the i to tha e
the feds want me bad because they know i got them killa niggas out tha north
if Gotti get tha word they’ll take them niggas off
and kids wanna be just like me
systems tryna dig cause some shit wan indict me
I sold hella keys made hella cheese
and all my niggas what convicted felonies cuz a

[chorus x2]

you wanna beef with c’mon lets go get em man
fuck talkin im tryna be the first one to hit em man
my patience little man
dont take alot of bullets man
drop em where the stand with one squeeze u dont understand
this a hard knock of life for niggas
take a pentatentery chance throwin bricks to prison
and i aint talkin bout no polka
but i watch niggas fold
fuck them other niggas cuz them other niggas hoes
them niggas hoes thats the verdict case closed
aint shit like they say
we da streets we know
7 out of 10 of dem niggas who talkin gangsta need a g replaced with the w cuz they wankstas(aint cha)
and i guess we like the black sheep
we live where we speak
so we neva talk cheap
these niggas vegetarians dont wanna see no beef
when it come they want peace
but me i want a piece cuz

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[chorus x2]

back in 95
got a pick da side
with them big guys
they seen it in my eyes
they had a lot of pies
money to the vibe
i knew no betta but whateva i was down to ride
and neva asked about tha shit dat they owe me
just did wat they showed me
or did what they told me
the littlest nigga with tha biggest fuckin
balls i was down for tha motha fuckin cause
now i must say today im a rich cred veteran
shot alot of niggas cuz i sold a lot of medicine
did a lot of shit that you may think irrelavent
i masked on them rappers cuz they play with my intelligence
they had white when the price was cheapa
they hate the mel row
and now my brothers keepa
alot of niggas may not think the same
cuz they lame
they just rap they wasnt in tha game get it

[chorus x2]

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Rake It Up (Feat. Nicki Minaj) – Yo Gotti

Lirik lagu: Rake It Up (Feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
EarDrummers
Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: rake it up (what?)
Break it down, bag it up (bag it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up (fuck it up, rake it up)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (ayy)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sendin’ bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what?) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me, she picked up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why?)
‘Cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

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[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: rake it up (what?)
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up (fuck it up, rake it up)
Yo, yo

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Bought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin’ like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole (grrr)

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[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: rake it up (what?)
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up (fuck it up, rake it up)

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talkin’ about
All these gossipin’ ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talkin’, nigga, that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showin’ up in court
Bitch, we don’t do no gossipin’, we don’t do no arguin’
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (rumors, brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fuckin’ cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend actin’ like a bitch then why you still with him?

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[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: rake it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: rake it up (what?)
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up (fuck it up, rake it up)

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Errrbody – Yo Gotti

Errrbody, this shit here for Errrbody, Errrbody
Aye, I’m right back at em
I said this here for Errrbody, Errrbody
All Hustle, Errrbody, Errrbody

Heyyyyy
Errrbody wanna be a dope boy
Errrbody wanna be a coke boy
Errrbody got a chopper, Errrbody gettin money
Errrbody say they from the hood
Errrbody is real, but dey not boy
Err bitch say that she’s a bad bitch
Errrbody on Instagram looking like they mad rich
But there not
Errrbody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top

Go!
Errrbody say they got a hater
Errrbody got paper
I guess ain’t nobody broke
But who is me to be talking about the next nigga out here flexing? When I did it before
And who is you to talk about this whip ain’t mine?
When you see a nigga hit it with the top-down?
Oh, you sound like a hater on the front line
Imma hit the block for you one more time
Errrbody got something to say
Errrbody wanna hate if you ask me
Err bitch gay
In the club dancing on her friend trying to pretend
We ain’t know you go both ways
Err nigga think that shit cool
Don’t you be fooled
You should bring your friend home witcha
Tell ya eater her pussy, then you cant be mad
Cause you shouldn’t have gave me the wrong picture.

Errrbody wanna be a dope boy
Errrbody wanna be a coke boy
Errrbody got a chopper, Errrbody gettin money
Errrbody say they from the hood
Errrbody is real, but dey not boy
Err bitch say that she’s a bad bitch
Errrbody on Instagram looking like they mad rich
But they not
Errrbody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top

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Errrbody’s fuckin
Errrbody a bitch
Errrbody with the shit
That’s life!!
And every nigga try to fuck the next nigga bitch
Not knowing his bitch is the next nigga bitch
Hoes go rollin, it’s a check on my wrist.
Ooo, I’m about to blow a check in this bitch
Truth be told I don’t even drink
But I’m trying to turn up for a bitch

I know a lot of nobody’s wanna be somebody
Plug on the way that’s a new bugatti
25 bands, just fucked up 5
CMGE nigga that’s Errrbody
Nobody wanna be lame, know a lot of nobody’s but wont say nobody name
Nobody snatching my chain, true street nigga
I ain’t in nobody lane.

Errrbody wanna be a dope boy
Errrbody wanna be a coke boy
Errrbody got a chopper, Errrbody gettin money
Errrbody say they from the hood
Errrbody is real, but dey not boy
Err bitch say that she’s a bad bitch
Errrbody on Instagram looking like they mad rich
But there not
Errrbody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top

Said This shit here for Errrbody, Errrbody
I said there is shit here for Errrbody, Errrbody
Errrbody, Errrbody

Errrbody going to the mall
Buying new designer
Niggas got a 100 dollar liner
Got a hermes H belt on some BG jeans
Child support looking high, don’t know where to find them
Couple of niggas balling in the club
Poppin bottles, buying booths
But if a nigga wanna know the truth
Still owe the plug, and he rented that coupe
And his watch ain’t real and his chain ain’t too.
Shorty got a million some followers
And a million some problems
But she’s a different person on the gram
Meet her in person you like shorty
Where all your purses, what about your hair, and car?
Shorty you ain’t got none
Errrbody need to be there self.
Errrbody Famous, ain’t regular people left.
Errrbody smoking on Cush, if you smoking regular
You know you gotta smoke by yourself.

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Errrbody wanna be a dope boy
Errrbody wanna be a coke boy
Errrbody got a chopper, Errrbody gettin money
Errrbody say they from the hood
Errrbody is real, but dey not boy
Err bitch say that she’s a bad bitch
Errrbody on Instagram looking like they mad rich
But there not
Errrbody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top

This here for Errrbody
Errrbody, Errrbody
Yeah I got money, I put on Errrbody, Errrbody
Keep one in the hand, cause I don’t trust nobody, nobody
Imma pull it out and let it ride, Imma hit Errrbody Errrbody
I swear you can get it pussy nigga

Errrbody wanna be a dope boy
Errrbody wanna be a coke boy
Errrbody got a chopper, Errrbody gettin money
Errrbody say they from the hood
Errrbody is real, but dey not boy
Err bitch say that she’s a bad bitch
Errrbody on Instagram looking like they mad rich
But there not
Errrbody say they started from the bottom and then they hit the top

I say the shit here for Errrbody, Errrbody!

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F*ck You (Feat. DJ Whoo Kid) – Yo Gotti

Lirik lagu: F*ck You (Feat. DJ Whoo Kid)

Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
(Tell a hater I said)
Fuck you, Fuck you (Pussy), Fuck you, Fuck you
Tell yo bitch I said fuck

Me, Ass up Face down, one night only, I’m from out of town
Pound new rules, we ain’t waitin’ on it and if that pussy good
We spend cake on it, plane ticket, hotel, new bag, this Chanel
Giuseppe sneakers, his and hers, If you a hater I just got 2 words

Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
(Tell a hater I said)
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
And Tell yo bitch I said fuck

And them bitches that you came with, All in my section drinking
My shit, you ain’t fucking, you ain’t sucking, Whatcha doin’ ho?
Instagram and taking pictures You don’t know me though. Damn, she
Say she a fan, Yea I understand but I wanna get in her pants
Cause she thick as fuck, plus she licking her tongue out. She says
She don’t fuck with rappers, I’m like whatchuu tall bout, Bitch

Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
(I got 2 words for you)
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you
Tell a hater I said fuck…

Haters, nigga mad at the paper
Big crib, ten cars, twenty acres
Twenty chains, ten watches, all my jewels
Lil’ watch with the jest, don’t let it fool you
I could school you how to look like money
Hustler of the year, could write a book ‘bout money
Don’t pop them bottles tryna impress them hoes
Once you reupof money better tell them hoes, bitch

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Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell that bitch I said
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Tell that hater I said

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